Nipsey Hussle, Cuzzy Capone - I'm From lyrics

I'm from Slauson
Where shit get drastic down here
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
I’m from Slauson
Where shit get drastic down here
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
I'm from Slauson
Where shit get drastic down here
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket
I'm from Slauson
Where shit get drastic down here
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket

My nigga why you come ’round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain’t from ’round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil niggas they got guns ’round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood

Crenshaw corner stores, dope spots on the low
Young homies hit the pen, OG’s on parole
(Let's go)
Dice games in the back, air holes in the MAC
Leather on my seats
Burners stashed in my Cadillac
Yellow tape, white chalk, 10th Ave, Hyde Park
Young black males catchin' hell
From them white cops
G-ride on one, two homies, three guns
Hoppin' out, killin' shit
Four-five semi-spit
Four-five niggas hit by retaliation, go
Somebody got to die
That's just a part of gang bangin' (Yah)
And Bush keep talkin' 'bout the
War in the Middle East
But he don't give a fuck about
This war in these city streets
So fuck peace, I'ma ride on my enemies
And friends is somethin' we can
Never pretend to be
I'm showin' you somethin' that you
Was never meant to see
You might lose your life
There's killers in the vicinity

My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood

Brynhurst, 63rd, flip work off the curb
Duck CRASH cops and hop gates
When I hear the bird
Young flips give me head
Tryna keep me in the bed
Once I get my nut, I'm out the door
I'm all about my bread
Westside killers ride, never seen a nigga die
Now he trippin', traumatized
Humbled from the homicide
Gang bang nigga shit, same day different shit
More drama than a soap opera
Where I'm livin' bitch
And everybody talkin' bout stop snitchin'
Now there's cameras on your street lights
So they don't need a witness (Pay attention)
They come to court wit' a tape on your ass
Got your face on blast
Close cased on your ass
I let her off ten shots, I got plenty to go
(Alright) do a nigga like O-Dog, did
That bitch in the store, for real
'Cause when Caine was on
The set filmin' Menace
We was servin' on the steps
No respect for the tenants

My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood

I'm Rimpau 5-8, I'm Crenshaw ace-ace
I'm blue steal 38's
I send 'em to the pearly gates
I'm young cuz, get it straight
White tee, Bathing Ape
I smoke big kush wit' S-Black and Big Wake
I sag thousand dollar jeans
Mind on another page
Come and get money nigga
Grind rocks from the cage
Violence and one-time
Hustle on another stage
Pop shops, crash cops
Niggas livin' in a rage
Under street lights, in my district
Get way bad
I'm hardcore, , I'm dope-blocked, 8th Ave
I post up, set shop, go hard, and get cash
Lean on the gate wit' a K and a face mask
So if you think you touchin' us, not hardly
When the rifle blast it sound like
The pipes on a Harley
If you think I'm new around here
I beg your pardon
I'm Slauson Avenue, I'm little Marcus Garvey
Nigga

My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My nigga why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause niggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood